Nope, there he went again. Charlie wasnotstopping.
“I’ll do anything to make it up to you, whatever it takes. I’ll work three jobs! Four jobs! I’ll give you the trad-wife life you’ve always dreamed of. Justpleasegive me another chance!” Charlie’s eyes were red with all the tears threatening to flow, and I was totally over all this shit.
Could someone like—
Ugh, none of my dads could take care of this guy. My fathers were all taking care of Dylan in the other room—by the occasional sound of yelling coming from whatever room they took him to, they were not quite finished with whatever they were doing.
Did all of them need to go to intimidate my ex?
Really?
An angry vein was pulsing in David’s forehead. He turned as if he were going to make a move to stop the wedding crasher.
Oh,hellno.
Quickly, I put my hand on David’s elbow to stop him. I had to nip this in the bud.
There was no way in damnation that I was going to haveDaviddefend me.
David looked at me wide-eyed, with a flash of hurt in his ocean blue eyes—wait, no. Not that either. He didn’t need to feelhurtabout this. There wasn’t anything to feel hurt about. I wanted Charlie as much as I wanted head lice… but also, was there not anyoneelsewho could defend me?
If David and Charlie started fighting, and David’s perfectly tailored suit got torn, or heaven forbid—what if Charlie managed to land a blow or something on that glorious face? Does anyone realize how much it would cost to edit the tears and bruises off of him? We hadn’t even finished taking all the wedding pictures with the bridal party.
How much was it? Thirty dollars per edited photo? And how many did our photographer say that he was going to take? Like eight-hundred atleast.
How did it make sense to ruin David’s suit when he was going to be featured inallthe fucking photos? Was I the asshole for not wanting to spend the tens of thousands of dollars it would cost to erase the cosmetic damage if my soon-to-be-husband ended up beating down the guy I dated one time?
No, I refuse to say thatIwas the asshole here. Literally, there were so many other alphas free to give Charlie a whooping—if he even needed all that. If I glared and threatened to call his mother, that would probably take care of this, anyway.
“Darling,” I hissed through tightly clenched teeth, “for the sake of my sanity,please,don’t go down there.”
Fierce determination flashed through his eyes as David clenched his jaw. “I’m not letting anyone take you from me.”
What?
“Take me—no. Yeah, that’s not happening. But what will happen if you get blood and wrinkles on your suit, is I’m going to have to spend the entire honeymoon budget on photo editing. Then you can kiss getting laid on a tropical island goodbye.”
David stared at me like he couldn’t compute… as if he were a loading screen and the simple words that I had said were not buffering.
David cleared his throat. “So… to be clear, you don’t want to marry someone else.”
I nearly rolled my eyes.
What did he think!? That I would really take any guy who would slap a ring on it? Did David think that marriage to Avril Stryker was first-come, first-serve or something? He was acting like the only reason I was standing here today, planning to marry him was because Charlie and his dear momma hadn’t gotten to me first.
“No.I loveyou.”
Dumbass.
Obviously,I wanted to marry him. What did David think that we were even doing here?
…Did David think I would have just married anybody?
Alright. In all fairness, he was a first-hand witness to the world’s worst dates. So I can kind of see how it might kind of look like that. But really, if I hadn’t found someone that I really wanted to marry, I would have actually cancelled the wedding. I might be delusional, but I’m not crazy. At least not fully.
At least this wasn’t one of those religious ceremonies, where if someone objected to the wedding, the whole thing would haveto be rescheduled. Could you imagine? That would be the biggest pain in the ass. Even the thought of having to redo all the planning over this stupid shit was about to give me hives.
I hadn’t even wanted to redo the wedding to marry a whole-ass different man. Now that a guy or two wanted to crash my party and steal me away from the person Iactuallywanted to spend the rest of my life with—No. Just no.
